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(Also, please don't project on Vala just because he calls you out. I get rather fed up with people assuming he's a tyrant or that he's anything like his character. He's a really nice, sensible person and I count him off as one of my good friends. If you have a dispute with someone, you can settle it elsewhere. Vala's been targeted for godmoding in the past, but that doesn't make it right to point fingers when you pulled an army out of your arse and assumed another character was afraid of yours.)

*Edited by Val'atar (Just to clear this up, the only situation that I've ever been accused of anything.. was the whole UoE thing and that was just me as a Crew trying to explain our setting and them not liking it. There was no God-moding nor even accusations of it until just now by Izaran, to which I'd say the following..

Greater Dispel is a spell from the D&D books and its effects are plain.. its within the rules and perfectly legal and honestly a viable answer to a magical obscurement. Any Drow general worth his stripes would know that and see to it that the mages cast it. With the post I made the open ended "There is a chance" comment so that if an enchantment is particularly strong of a person felt they should not be effected for whatever reason that I might not know.. they could do so.)

((Arguments out of character tend to ruin roleplays. crying I'm not going to say anything further.))

Chalthara nodded in response to her teacher, but said nothing. It seemed somewhat strange to her that he'd brought an entire army for a dowry, but she had no grounds for questioning his methods. She was unfamiliar with the concept of marraige, being of the nobility. Her mother had never taken a formal husband, so it wasn't as if she'd seen many examples of weddings and such taking place.

Her silence and lack of argument usally allowed her to have a better grasp on situations. She was not so emotionally charged, nor did she ignore certain important environmental factors.

In this case, the environmental factor was a small black spider skittering about on the cavern floor -- and a male drow poised above it, perfectly content to end its life. Though her religious devotion had been...lacking as of late, the years of indoctrination and training she had recieved hadn't quite left her. A spider, to her, was still a creature that should be left alive. She had always had the habit, even in her state of exile, of leaving them alive. It would not be so much a sin to kill a spider as an oddity. She didn't like oddities.

"You!" she said to Blaze, robes swishing as she approached him accusingly. "Have you any idea what you're about to do?"

Old habits do tend to die hard.

A smile crept over Chalthara's lips at the spider's survival. She should have known it wouldn't be so easily taken down. "Your Goddess? That was quite an unwise thing to say," she muttered, with a shadow of a laugh. "Some would find problems with a declaration of allegience to another deity. Especially that spider there. I'd be careful."

She allowed the smile to broaden as he took out his swords. It would certainly be interesting to watch him try and fend off such a small creature with them.

-As Matron Derehel steps away from the enemy forces and declares hersefl absolved to the alliance with the forces of Izaran.. a small crack begins to appear in the gate, widening as a detachment of shadows marches out towards her. They wore only the circlets of House Druu'giir and carried long black spears, but each was a powerful and devastating force to be sure. The leader of the group motions them to a stop, though they made no noise in their approach, then he walks closer to the matron and bows, speaking in a harsh whisper-
"I was left instructions by the Lord Druu'giir that should you absolve your entanglement with the enemy, you were to be escorted inside safely and taken to wherever you wished once inside the gates. Patron Druu'giir also bid us to fight for your safety should your former allies attempt revenge for your change of heart."
-The shadow continues to kneel, awaiting her decision, its senses focused on the other soldiers as well as the infernal creature who stood nearby-

Matron Derahel stood unmoving as the demon whispered into her and took note of everything that was said. A smirk crossed her face at the thought. She would indeed be seeing the demoness again.

She watched in wonder as Athra lifted up into the shadows. A portal soon formed and the demoness began to become engulfed only to pause with the statement of price. "I know." She whispered to herself and then the woman was gone.

As the laughter of the passing demon faded the group of Valatar's shadows come through the gate. At first she was alarmed and unsure of the approach and within a blink of an eye she retrieved both her swords from her cloak of limitless space. She shot a hiss in their direction and growled as the leader of the detachment approached. She expected an attack but instead he was at her feet in a bow with the announcement Valatar had instructed him to give. She relaxed her blades at her sides ,but did not put them away.

She stood straight and glowered down at the shadow, her face holding a prideful, determined appearance. "Why ever would you Lord think I need protection from his pawns against such a pathetic force?" She questioned with a hint of venom. She did not want an escort, she knew the way,however she knew that was not their purpose.

Eclavice returned the blades to their place within the hidden, magic folds of endless capacity to appear unarmed. She straightened her corset and walked defiantly passed the leader and right into the mist of the others, her boots silent as she stepped. "Well,.... escort."